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February 10th, 2006

conversation @ 01:18 pm

... after the news
Arthur took me to visit a friend of his
who lived on 23rd street
in the housing for the blind

i wasn't keen on the idea
but the third time a joint went around
i had some

in conversation
up came my story of the Peruvian cemetaries
how they were built above ground
if you were wealthy
like a honey comb
little cells

most people couldn't afford to buy
so there was a rent paid on them
sometimes for generations

grand pa
great grand pa

great great great

if you didn't pay
the body was exhumed
and dumped into a large pit in the back

that's where all the bodies that couldn't afford to pay went

Arthur, who
if he had an on-line life
would probably have the handle
he would never pay for such a thing
would want to just be tossed in the pit

my mind burbbled
and i said
' the bargain bin '

a fitting fate for someone in love with 99¢ stores
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Date:February 10th, 2006 07:48 pm (UTC)
got a chuckle out of that one!
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Date:February 10th, 2006 08:19 pm (UTC)

and we

i often consider myself to have a bad (or vacant) sense of humor
Arthur is constantly telling jokes
and just as often chastizing me for my lack of where-with-all in the humor realm
but after i said that
there was a small silence
then a lot of laughing all around

when it subsided
we all agreed

it was a great line

*elbow ribs jab tackle roll*

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